Last night, Solly cried. "I miss Sammy," he wailed.
As we snuggled together in bed, he asked me, "how many pictures of Sammy do we have?"
"A lot," I said. "Hundreds." Never enough.
"I need one."

I'm learning, every day, new hard parts. Solly was so young when Sam died. Such a baby. Now he's a big kindergartener with new experiences and new ideas and new realizations. It's almost like he's re-learning how to experience grief as he gains a bigger understanding of the world. I didn't know that we would be starting anew each time.

Today is a hard day.
Tomorrow will be hard too.Forever missing our boy....